|French postcard labelled JA SERIE 589.|
'Eve being tempted to eat the forbidden fruit.'
by Jean Agélou circa 1910's
admonition versus premonition
(have a sense of silly and pleasure handy
this incarnation is too short and often doesn't
have the scent of roses, for Eve was never weak
she was merely second to Lilith)
there is no one thing
that can bring
the destructive tenacity
and desperate means
of dressing up love as I can
when I want many times over
the temporal splendors of you...
sate and fate went walking
hand in hand and said sate to fate
lets fuck beneath the bandstand
I'll grandstand with pretense
and you my darling will unmask
all my clocks with potions...
you can pretend to ask
if rain always wants back
to the ocean or the clouded sky
and every time
you or I are hearing
the snare and timpani drums
we can toy with this notion
that devotion is supposed
to outlast the moment we're in...